“My reason for calling,” Akintola Adeyemi began, his voice was calm yet commanding, “is to express how much I enjoyed investing in Richmond Tech. Back then, your company was a gem, the fastest-growing in Westwood. I made substantial profits—so much that I was reluctant to stop investing when Marvin asked me to.”Mr. Richmond’s grip on the phone tightened, and his heart sank momentarily. “Marvin made you stop?” he asked, his tone was a mix of disbelief and frustration.“Yes,” Mr Akintola replied, with a voice that was tinged with nostalgia. “He said it was better for me to focus on my business, a beverage franchise. And while my business grew exponentially, I always missed being a part of Richmond Tech’s journey. Your company was an innovator, a beacon for investors like me.”Mr Akintola paused for a moment, and then his tone became grave. “But I recently heard some disturbing news about Richmond Tech’s current state.”“What news?” Mr. Richmond asked cautiously, his pulse quickening.“

As the deafening sound of the first gunshot faded, Jibrin and his men immediately sprang into action. They pulled out their guns, their movements were swift and precise. Their eyes scanned the area, trying to locate the source of the shot.“Everyone, stay alert!” Jibrin barked, his voice was steady but firm. His men spread out slightly, crouching low and pointing their weapons toward the bushes and trees along the side of the road. The tension in the air was suffocating, and no one dared make a careless move.The men by the broken-down vehicle, now wide-eyed, also glanced around nervously, unsure of what to expect. But then—BANG!Another gunshot rang out, sharper and louder than the first. This time, there was no mistaking the target. Jibrin’s head snapped back as the bullet pierced his skull, and he collapsed to the ground in a lifeless heap.“Jibrin!” one of his men shouted in horror, but it was too late. Blood pooled beneath Jibrin’s body, staining the dusty road.Before the rema

Mr. Richmond sat alone in his office, his fingers were drumming nervously on the polished wooden desk. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall every few minutes, then to his watch, as if the act of checking the time would hasten Akintola’s arrival. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner, which did little to soothe his growing unease.He had been confident this morning. Confident that Akintola’s arrival would mark the first step toward saving Richmond Tech from its spiraling decline. Mr Akintola had promised to meet him by noon, and Mr. Richmond had spent hours preparing for their discussion, rehearsing his pitch in front of the mirror and jotting down critical points to make his case.But now it was 1:30 p.m., and Akintola was still nowhere to be seen.Mr Richmond’s confidence began to waver. He fidgeted in his seat, adjusting his tie, loosening it, then tightening it again. His phone lay on the desk, the screen was dark and silent. He picked it up, his

Marvin sat beside his uncle, Pa Christopher, in the luxurious limousine vehicle as they headed toward the venue where his new company, Marvin's Helios Enterprise, was about to be commissioned. The drive was smooth, but Marvin’s mind was buzzing with excitement."Uncle, how’s business like in Neovalle? With all the hype being placed on my company do you think my company will hit a billion-dollar milestone in a month?" Marvin asked, glancing over at his uncle.Pa Christopher chuckled, shaking his head. "Why do you ask such a question, Marvin?" he replied, with a voice filled with amusement.Marvin smiled, with eyes that sparked with ambition. "I’m just curious. I’m like any other businessman eager for profit."His uncle’s laugh echoed in the car. "Marvin, you’re a strategic thinker, a great one in fact. Why would you need advice from me on such a topic? For goodness’ sake, your Synapticore ability has been awakened—are you for real?"Marvin shrugged, his expression was calm yet determin

The crowd suddenly turned, their attention was drawn to a figure emerging from the their midst. As the sea of people parted, it became clear who had spoken: Mr. Christopher, Marvin’s uncle.He walked toward Governor Webster with steady, confident steps. His expression was calm, but his gaze was sharp, piercing through the tension in the air. His presence as always seemed to command attention, and soon the whispers of the crowd began to spread.“Is that Mr. Christopher?”“Why is he stepping forward now?”“I can’t believe he’s intervening in this.”As Mr. Christopher drew closer, Governor Webster raised an eyebrow. His face twisted into a sharp, mocking laugh, one that was both arrogant and dismissive.He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning slightly forward, staring at Mr. Christopher with thinly veiled disdain.“Who the hell do you think you are?” Governor Webster sneered. “Just because I allowed you to serve in my cabinet, and because the people in Neovalle hold you in high reg